6. Blake

Blake is unbelievably horny. She hasn't had sex since she left the US and she's really feeling it now. Blake has always had a strong libido, but it's never been a problem for her, she was always able to find someone pretty to fuck or she had somewhere private to masturbate.

Now, however, she has neither and she hasn't been able to get off since she landed over a week ago. She brought most of her toys with her, but she has nowhere to use them. She considered hiding out in the bathroom last night, but there's something about a bathroom that kills the mood and makes getting off difficult. Maybe it's the cold tile or the fear that Amory would be able to hear her moan from behind the thin walls, she doesn't know.

It's not like she can do anything about it right now, though. Blake is currently at work, just very distracted, and it's killing her. She goes around to various patients, trying to help, but after each one she can't help but think how desperately she needs to get fucked.

Something about being around Amory all of the time is winding her right up.

She moves to another patient, administering an IV and prescribing some antibiotics. She tries to distract herself with her work and focus on the IV. After all, it's been a while since she's regularly stuck needles into patients' skin. The nurses at her clinic in the US were mainly the ones who did that, only requiring Blake's help on a rare occasion.

Now, Blake is doing things that she's rarely done since medical school and her residency—when she was at the bottom of the medical food chain. It's kind of refreshing in a way. Blake enjoys new things and getting out of her comfort zone or doing things that she hasn't done in a while.

At first, she was a little anxious and worried that she'd mess something up, but now she's getting the hang of things and has renewed confidence in her skills.

She moves from patient to patient and gets into a rhythm. For Blake, once she gets focused on her work, it's easy to shut her brain off. She works at a fast pace, not giving herself the time to think about anything other than work.

Back home, she would try to help her patients through what's going on by talking to them and cracking jokes, but here it's hard; she doesn't understand the language and a lot of her patients don't have a good grasp of English. It makes her curse language barriers. She learned a few phrases online before she got on the plane, but she definitely didn't have the time required to devote to learning a new language and it makes her feel helpless, especially when one of her patients, a young girl, starts crying, and there's nothing that Blake can do to comfort her.

Blake just tries her best to do her job and get her patient out of the clinic as soon as possible so that she can hopefully feel better and be surrounded by the comfort of her family.

At the end of the day, her and Amory walk out of the clinic together. The two of them have been getting along a lot better, and Blake isn't entirely sure why, but she's not about to complain about it. They are a lot closer, almost friendly, and Blake is very happy with that development. She still feels bad about what she did with Amory's girlfriend all of those years ago, but it seems like Amory has forgiven her for that and that's all she can ask for.

Blake walks into the cabin, holding the door open for Amory, and the two of them prepare supper, like usual. Blake and Amory make some small talk while they make pasta again. There's a lot of pasta here and after a long day of work, it's one of the easiest things to make, so they've eaten a lot of pasta, adding canned vegetables and meat to try to spice it up and make things differently.

There's not a lot of local food in their pantry, Blake has noticed, and assumes that whoever was in charge of grocery shopping stocked their pantry with more typical American foods. She can't complain too much; it has helped with some of the homesickness, though she does enjoy the local food at lunch. It's always a toss up at lunch at the clinic. It's either local food or really disappointing sandwiches.

Blake opens a can of spinach and mixes it in with the alfredo sauce that they're using for the pasta while Amory cooks chicken on a separate burner from the pasta. The goal is to have chicken spinach alfredo, and Blake is excited.

"I can't believe your mom thinks you can't cook," Blake says.

"I know," Amory says. "It's so annoying. I love my mom, but she still acts like I'm a teenager sometimes."

"That's really frustrating," Blake replies. She understands the pain of someone still thinking she's a younger version of herself when she's definitely changed.

"Yeah, it sucks," Amory says, and then pauses. "I think I understand what you mean when you said that you've changed."

Blake smiles at that. It's nice to hear that from Amory. She was worried that her words didn't get to her, but, she supposes, looking at how much better Amory has been treating her, they must have.

"Yeah, I have. And for what it's worth, I am really sorry."

"I know that now," Amory says, "and it does help that I know you didn't know she was my girlfriend."

"It was still shitty," Blake argues. "I knew she had a girlfriend and I still slept with her."

"Yeah, but for the longest time I thought you had slept with her because she was my girlfriend. I thought you were trying to hurt me specifically."

"No." Blake shakes her head. "I didn't know; I was just young and dumb. I didn't want to hurt anyone, honestly." Blake then sighs and shakes her head again. "But I still did hurt someone. I fucked up."

"Did you love her?" Amory asks, and Blake sighs again because it's a complicated question. Actually, it's not a complicated question. She knows the answer, she just doesn't know how Amory is going to react to the honest answer.

"Yeah," Blake says, deciding to bite the bullet and give Amory the honest answer.

Amory frowns. "Oh."

"I'm sorry," Blake says.

"It's okay," Amory tell her. "You know, I'm kind of glad you did. I don't know why, but I'd rather know that you loved and cared for her than have the idea that she was just some random hookup."

"We slept together for over a year," Blake admits.

Amory takes in a sharp inhale of breath. "I did not know that."

"I really am sorry," Blake says again.

"I know," Amory says, "and I guess it's best that I find out. I was always kind of morbidly curious to know how long it was going on." Amory pauses for a moment and Blake sits in awkward silence.

Amory's beautiful delicate featured face and aqua eyes look sad and Blake feels guilty for causing her pain. Her hair is messy and escaping from its ponytail. Her grey tank top is tight and Blake can't help but keep dropping her gaze to the outline of Amory's full breasts. She can see the swell of fabric where her nipples are and she likes it.

"When did it end?" Amory asks.

"When you caught us in bed. I really did love her, and she kept telling me that she was going to leave her girlfriend the entire time we were together, but then you caught us, and I don't know…"

"I stopped talking to her," Amory says. "I kicked her out and everything. I never saw her again after that."

"I didn't know that. To be honest, I always assumed that you two made up or something."

"We definitely didn't," Amory says with a half-hearted laugh.

"Yeah, I know that now."

"So what did she say to you after I caught you?" Amory asks.

"She didn't say anything," Blake says. "After you caught us, she went running after you and I never heard from her again."

"What?!"

"Yeah, after she left, I tried texting and calling her, and she never responded. I didn't give up for weeks and I never heard anything from her. That's why I assumed you two got back together. She just completely ghosted me."

"That's so strange," Amory says and then frowns. "It sounds like she broke both of our hearts."

Blake frowns. She never really thought of it that way. She had always taken the blame on herself for what happened, telling herself how stupid she was for falling in love with a woman who had a girlfriend, but she never blamed Natalie. Now, she wonders why she didn't. Natalie led her on for over a year, kept making promises to be with her, and Blake always made excuses for that.

"Shit!" Amory suddenly spins around to the stove. "I got distracted."

"What do you mean?" Blake asks.

Amory points to the pan. "I think I burnt the chicken slightly," she says.

"Shit." Blake remembers that she was supposed to be watching the pasta.

She stirs it and notices how some pieces are burnt and stuck to the bottom of the pan. "I think I got distracted, too," she says.

Amory laughs and turns the heat off. "Well, at least it's cooked, even if it's a little over done."

"That's true," Blake says with a laugh. They combine the pasta, sauce, and chicken and take it to the table to eat.

"It's not bad," Blake says as she chews her first bite.

She realizes she likes to watch Amory's lips while she eats.

Full. Pink. Distracting.

"Maybe this is why my mom thinks I can't cook," Amory says.

Blake shakes her head. "Ignore that. Everyone makes mistakes, and I got distracted too."

"Yeah, but it was a good conversation."

"A much needed one," Blake agrees.

Amory sighs and then pauses for a moment. "I was going to propose to her."

"What?" Blake asks.

"Yeah," Amory says. "I even bought a ring, and I had planned out a nice time and spot to propose. It was going to be where we had our first date."

"Now I feel extra shitty," Blake groans.

"Don't," Amory says, "I'm starting to realize that you were also a victim in this, just like I was. You may have fucked up by sleeping with someone you knew had a girlfriend, but Natalie fucked up more by stringing us both along for a year. And you were in love. I think everyone has done something stupid in the name of love."

"Yeah," Blake agrees, "it was certainly stupid."

"Let me ask this," Amory begins, "Did you know she was in a relationship when you first got together?"

Blake shakes her head. "No, we met on a dating website, and started hooking up and going on dates. I didn't find out she had a girlfriend until we were months in."

Amory nods her head. "Yeah," she says, "I think you're less of a horrible person for sleeping with Natalie than you thought, or even than I thought."

Blake frowns, but it means a lot to hear that coming from Amory. Blake never truly forgave herself for what she did, but to hear that the person she's wronged the most has forgiven her… Well, it means a lot to her.

Blake thinks to herself for a while, about the situation with Natalie. It was so fucked up in so many ways, and she should have broken it off with Natalie the moment she knew she had a girlfriend, but hindsight is twenty-twenty, and Blake didn't, and she has to live with the guilt of that. But she also gets to live with how that experience changed her, how she has changed for the better and become more considerate of others.

She has also developed a greater appreciation for Amory, and she thinks from the smile on Amory's face as she eats quietly, that she has done the same. Amory was hurt, but she's not the same vindictive person she was when they knew each other. She told Blake she hated her at first, but she heard her out and changed her mind and found it in herself to forgive Blake. Blake is so grateful for that.

When supper is done, Blake quickly washes the dishes while Amory goes to her stuff and grabs her pack of cards.

"You want to play some poker again?" Amory asks, probably already knowing the answer. They've been playing poker almost every night after supper. Blake has actually gotten better at it even though she usually loses spectacularly.

"Of course," Blake responds, drying her hands and walking over to the table.

"Awesome," Amory says, and then gives Blake a look. "But we're definitely not playing strip poker," she adds.

Blake playfully groans, but she hadn't jokingly asked to play strip poker tonight for a reason. As much as she loves to see Amory get all flustered, the idea of the other woman naked has her desperately horny all over again. This is miserable, Blake thinks, to not be able to have sex or masturbate. She has never been in this position before.

She has never been in a situation where she wasn't able to find the privacy to masturbate, and she has never been in a situation with another queer woman who wasn't down to fuck the moment Blake suggested it. Not that Blake would suggest it. Her relationship with Amory may be getting better, but she still feels like she's standing on thin ice.

Amory deals the cards, and Blake checks her phone to see that Jenna texted her while she was preparing supper.

Jenna: Hey, how's it going?

Blake: Bro, I'm so horny

Amory and Blake play for a while as Blake waits for Jenna to respond. She's not even entirely sure what she's hoping to get from Jenna, but when she does finally respond, Blake is a little disappointed.

Jenna: Well don't expect me to do anything about it.

Blake frowns at her phone and then texts Jenna back. She really needs something right now, and she might regret this, especially since she has no outlet for her sexual frustrations.

Blake: Not even a picture?

Jenna:Fine

Blake feels like a straight man, asking for nudes, but when Jenna sends some, she feels conflicted more than anything. She's still horny, of course, but Jenna's nudes do nothing to serve her further, and she doesn't know why or how to feel about that. Normally Jenna sending pictures would make Blake lose her mind, but now they don't.

She tries not to think about it too hard as she looks at her phone, turning it away so that Amory can't see what she's looking at. She definitely doesn't want Amory to know any of this.

"Are you okay?" Amory asks, gesturing toward Blake's phone.

"I'm fine," Blake lies, trying to think of an excuse. "I'm just starting to get tired."

"Same, honestly," Amory says. "I was thinking about going to sleep early."

"That sounds like a good idea." And even though it's only eight PM, the two of them decide to get dressed for bed. Maybe sleep will help Blake forget about her horniness.

It doesn't.

Blake lies awake in the bed, listening to Amory's slow breaths as she sleeps. Her underwear is wet and uncomfortable. She doesn't know what to do about it.

As she lays in bed, she gets a terrible idea. Amory is asleep, and what Blake has noticed is that Amory is a deep sleeper. She never wakes up when Blake has to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night. She probably wouldn't notice if Blake decided to touch herself.

It's risky, though, and it's not ideal. Blake usually prefers to masturbate with toys, taking longer to get off when she doesn't. But there's no way Blake is going to be stupid enough to try to use her vibrator while in the same bed as another woman. Blake doesn't want Amory to know what she's going to do. As it is, being caught would be mortifying, and she's sure that Amory would not appreciate it at all.

Blake tests the waters by moving as far away from Amory as she can, and she puts a hand in her pants. Using her fingers is better anyway because if Amory were to wake up, she could just say that she was scratching herself. And as embarrassing as that would be, they've been living together and the two of them have gotten used to each other's weird and embarrassing habits and bodily functions.

She moves past the waistband of her pajama pants and pulls back the elastic of her underwear where she feels her pubic hair. She lightly touches her clit and begins to rub small circles around it. God that feels good. She's been pent up for days and she begins to move faster.

As she moves her finger, she begins to fade away from where she is, forgetting that she's currently sharing a bed with someone. The heat in her stomach grows, and she becomes increasingly needy.

She's incredibly wet, and the moisture gets on her fingers as she moves them. She wants fingers inside of her, wants a mouth on hers. It's been too long since she's made out with someone. Jenna was never one for long, hot kisses.

As she touches herself, she wonders about Amory, if she likes passionate make-out sessions. She can't help herself; she wonders how Amory tastes and what she would look like squirming under Blake, moaning her name. The thought causes Blake to gasp as she touches herself harder, and she moves her other hand to her waistband.

She puts two fingers inside of herself and imagines Amory kissing her and sinking her teeth into Blake's neck. The image only serves to make her more desperate and Blake gasps quietly, before she remembers exactly where she is and who is in the bed beside her.

She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and the pain feels good as she continues to touch herself, moving at a faster pace. She can't help the tiny moans that escape her lips, but she tries her best, biting harder, and she finds herself really wishing that it were Amory's teeth sinking into her lips.

This newfound fascination with Amory Paver is going to be the death of her. She can't deny that Amory has always been attractive, but Blake has definitely never thought about her while getting off before.

Blake moves faster, feeling herself growing closer, and she squirms slightly in the bed. For a moment she forgets herself and where she is, but when she remembers again, she tries to force herself to quiet down.

"Oh god," Blake murmurs to herself.

"What?" Amory responds and Blake freezes.

She looks over at Amory, who is staring at her, wide-eyed but sleepy.

"Oh my god," Amory says, and Blake blushes, taking her hands out of her pants.

"It's nothing," Blake says.

"Oh my god," Amory repeats.

"I was just scratching myself." Blake tries to lie, but she knows that Amory isn't that stupid. She knows that she knows.

"Oh my god."

"Look," Blake says, freaking out, "I'm sorry. Just forget this happened."

"Forget this happened?" Amory says. "You were just getting off with me in the same bed as you while you were moaning my name."

Blake's brain goes blank at that. Moaning her name? She doesn't remember that, but she definitely doesn't think that Amory is lying. She blushes again and turns away from Amory. She buries her head in the pillow.

"Shut up," Blake says, trying to deny everything. "No I wasn't."

"You definitely were," Amory says, "don't deny it."

"I can deny it if I want to."

"Look at me," Amory says.

"Nope," Blake says, shaking her head into the pillow. "I'm so good."

"No, really," Amory says, reaching over and grabbing Blake by the roots of her short hair. "Look at me."

She grabs Blake's hair and forces her to look at her, but at the rough grabbing of her hair, Blake moans and Amory just laughs. She looks completely shocked by what just happened and she lets go of Blake's hair.

Blake complies to Amory's demand and looks at her, crossing her arms around her chest and trying to avoid her eyes. This is so embarrassing. Blake doesn't know what to do or feel. All she knows is that she feels humiliated and concerned. But, she supposes, the good thing is that Amory doesn't seem to be angry with her.

She looks at Amory and notices that she's laughing. No, she seems to be enjoying Blake's humiliation.

"Did you even manage to come?" Amory asks, so matter-of-fact like this is nothing to her. But this is everything to Blake and she blushes again and shakes her head.

"How come?" Amory asks.

"Because you just woke up!" she exclaims incredulously.

"Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with it while I was asleep," Amory points out. "So don't let me being awake stop you."

"What?" Blake asks, thoroughly confused. Amory really doesn't seem to have a problem with this at all and that causes Blake's brain to stutter. Shouldn't she be upset?

Amory moves closer to Blake, so close that their lips are almost touching and Blake's breath hitches.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Blake stutters.

"I want to see you," Amory whispers, and Blake's brain just goes brrr.

"Huh?" Blake asks, not understanding, and that's when Amory does something that she definitely would have never expected. She kisses her. Blake gasps as she feels Amory's lips on hers. They're soft and the kiss is sweet and when Amory pulls away, Blake wants more.

Blake moves back to where Amory is and kisses her again. Their lips move together and Blake presses her lips hard against Amory's, tilting her head back against her pillow in the process.

Amory moans and Blake gasps against her. She wants to hear that sound again. Amory sounds so good when she moans, and Blake can feel herself growing wetter.

"Please?" Blake begs.

"Oh, poor thing," Amory teases. "Do you need more?"

"Yes," Blake begs.